

I'm just as guilty as everyone else in this regard, but if I were E., and I saw this thread, I'd probably not be motivated to make a record. Quite the opposite, in fact.Prescott wrote:Yeah, I've been definitely watching the paint dry since 1993, hence why I started this thread. Hopefully Andrew has taken all the comments here into account lately. I guess I don't have anything more to say. Which will probably come as a relief to some around here. I'll get my coat.sultan2075 wrote:Uhm. Have you been paying attention since 1993 or so? It's pretty understandable.Prescott wrote:
I really don't understand the completely dire and rather dreadful pessimism and apathy of this fanbase.
I think I would be astonished, dissappointed, slightly saddened and somehow pensive, but only for a very short while, then I would shrug, fix myself a nice cold drink and continue to live my own life the way I like it without giving a damn about what anybody thinks about my own decisions concerning my own life.sultan2075 wrote: if I were E., and I saw this thread, I'd probably not be motivated to make a record.
I'm sure this attitude still applies:_emma_ wrote:I think I would be astonished, dissappointed, slightly saddened and somehow pensive, but only for a very short while, then I would shrug, fix myself a nice cold drink and continue to live my own life the way I like it without giving a damn about what anybody thinks about my own decisions concerning my own life.sultan2075 wrote: if I were E., and I saw this thread, I'd probably not be motivated to make a record.
And what strikes me as odd is the fact that they are very good in pointing out what will NOT happen. As for the other thing, ah well, pessimist, moi?Prescott wrote:I'm sure this attitude still applies:_emma_ wrote:I think I would be astonished, dissappointed, slightly saddened and somehow pensive, but only for a very short while, then I would shrug, fix myself a nice cold drink and continue to live my own life the way I like it without giving a damn about what anybody thinks about my own decisions concerning my own life.sultan2075 wrote: if I were E., and I saw this thread, I'd probably not be motivated to make a record.
"Too right. If you think that anybody wants to read your daft poetry, hear your crap band or put up with a torrent of cheap emotional blackmail, you've got another think coming. If you reckon the Sisters want to perform in your garden for ten quid, you're wrong. If you think they're going to respond to every stupid rumour or assertion that goes charging around the net, you're mad. If you think they want to hear you banging on about other bands uploading whole albums or spending fifty grand on web videos, you can go climb a rope."
It's just as constructive as ever, innit?
Oh noo, I don't think we have been soo very ruthless this year ... to the contrary ..._emma_ wrote:I think I would be astonished, dissappointed, slightly saddened and somehow pensive ...sultan2075 wrote: if I were E., and I saw this thread, I'd probably not be motivated to make a record.
copper wrote:Another sometimes overlooked thing is the complainthas been voicing at times about the time he invests on his lyrics and the subtexts which have oft been lost on the audiences.
From 1995:
"From letters I recieved, I never got the impression that they understood what I was doing. The young people of today just don't have the ability to review a text, with some level of intelligence, and value them. Especially the ironicle subtone, no one saw it. The images and symboles I use, aparently don't get across".
Nikolas Vitus Lagartija wrote:copper wrote:Another sometimes overlooked thing is the complainthas been voicing at times about the time he invests on his lyrics and the subtexts which have oft been lost on the audiences.
From 1995:
"From letters I recieved, I never got the impression that they understood what I was doing. The young people of today just don't have the ability to review a text, with some level of intelligence, and value them. Especially the ironicle subtone, no one saw it. The images and symboles I use, aparently don't get across".
I was always amused that someone who knowingly (wilfully ?) wrote such obtuse lyrics then complained that people couldn't fathom the meaning of said texts.
The anguish of a misunderstood poetic genius, or self-proclaimed intellectual superiority to mask tragic self-doubt ?
Rationale or Rhyme and Reason ? You decide ...
have a nice daysome auld pharte plagerised most of this and wrote:Here's something unpleasant: All art comes from demons. Not real demons, in most cases, but demons of angst and horrible memories and sexual frustration. You get beat up in school because, while the cool kids are putting bruises on each other on the football field, you were sitting on the steps writing your science-fiction stories or reading books waaaay above your head. That fear and tension that winds itself around your soul like steel wire as you try nervously to sneak out of the locker room before the big kids give you a wedgie or laugh at your winkle in the showers and skiddy underpants in the changing area, all that builds up into adulthood. Art is how you let it out.
It was an angsty bastard who introduced the world to 'Damage Done' by showing no regard for recording techniques or musical capabilities then cooly walking away, scoring some shit and moving onto something tangible and pretty dangerous.
Now, if the artist is lucky, that angst goes away. If the audience is lucky, it doesn't. The art dies with the angst, you see. By middle age the artist finds himself watching old films, television and listening to his once angsty period. Trying to make stuff that sort of looks and snouds the same. It gets bland. It gets tired.
It's not just with music, you can see this happening in other forms of art/meeja.
...il duce wrote:Just replace Teenage angst with talent. Everybody is born with a certain amount of talent, some more some less. But talent is a pool that eventually will dry out, there are too many examples of this to even start namedropping.
So to get to the point, Von ran out a while back. And he knows it. So no new album, because no new songs.
Proof 1 with talent: Reptile House, Floodland.
Proof 2 without talent: I have slept with the all the girls in Berlin.